Let Me Ask You A Question – 11/14/17

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Take a few moments to think before answering and then…Let me ask you a question:

What mythical creature do you wish actually existed?

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      • From what I’ve read this is what they were supposed to possess: A unicorn has magical powers, rooted in the horn. Their horns, which are spiraled (tightly or loosely), can be white, gold, black, or even rainbow colored, depending on the age of the unicorn. It is even theorized that the horns are whitish on the outside but black on the inside. Both males and females grow horns, but predictably, the female horns are smaller. Males horns continue to grow throughout their lives. The youth have white horns. they are believed to have medicinal uses and made of an unusually strong substance. It is believed to be an anti-toxin, and able to purify entire rivers with a single touch of the horn in the water. Not that I would have any interest in that, my interest would be strictly being in their presence as magical.

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  1. Dragons, it has to be dragons. I’m especially fond of them as portrayed in the Earthsea books of Ursula Le Guin, and the Chinese variety, and this one, a favorite childhood memory:

    The Tale Of Custard The Dragon – Poem by Ogden Nash

    Belinda lived in a little white house,
    With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,
    And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
    And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

    Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
    And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink,
    And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,
    But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.

    Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,
    And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,
    Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,
    And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.

    Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
    And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
    Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
    But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

    Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,
    Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,
    They all sat laughing in the little red wagon
    At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.

    Belinda giggled till she shook the house,
    And Blink said Week! , which is giggling for a mouse,
    Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age,
    When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

    Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,
    And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
    Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,
    For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.

    Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
    And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,
    His beard was black, one leg was wood;
    It was clear that the pirate meant no good.

    Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help!
    But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,
    Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,
    And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.

    But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,
    Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
    With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm
    He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.

    The pirate gaped at Belinda’s dragon,
    And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
    He fired two bullets but they didn’t hit,
    And Custard gobbled him, every bit.

    Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
    No one mourned for his pirate victim
    Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
    Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.

    But presently up spoke little dog Mustard,
    I’d been twice as brave if I hadn’t been flustered.
    And up spoke Ink and up spoke Blink,
    We’d have been three times as brave, we think,
    And Custard said, I quite agree
    That everybody is braver than me.

    Belinda still lives in her little white house,
    With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,
    And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,
    And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

    Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,
    And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,
    Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,
    But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.

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